SONS OF GOD ARISING
Karen Elliott
All creation groans in anticipation
For the coming of the Sons of God
All creation waits with wondrous animation
For this hope of glory to arise
See the lilies as they twist and spin
Waiting for the day
When they will finally be set free
From all this bondage and decay
To release creation from the frustration
That it is subjected to
With eager expectation of this revelation
To be liberated anew
They are the ones who overcome
By the blood of the lamb
Loving not their lives even unto death
Their allegiance is to I AM
Freedom is their battle cry
Spoken with every breath
These are the ones who will ascend His hill
And remain upon His path
With clean hands and pure hearts
A holy generation
Walking in their inheritance
Heaven their destination
